If she were unlucky, how could she have distinguished between daughter's red and Floral Carving Wine from just one cup? Yet she never anticipated that a single hook could bait double, fishing out not only Su Xi but also Ye Lian as an unexpected delight.
Today, as her death knot tightened, Ning Feiyan might have found some amusement in slowly savoring the wine while watching the drama unfold.
Alas, those watching were also part of the play, merely objects to be tossed, picked up, and killed.
Shu Ci said with an unchanged expression: "Luck eventually runs out, clearly unbeatable, insufficient in defense, without attacking the heart, isn't it just courting self-destruction?"
Rain moistened Ning Feiyan's dress, and she just smiled, saying nothing. Below the stage, she wasn't the only one courting self-destruction.
Even He Lian of the first scripture of Taixuan might not be a match for Su Xi, yet Ye Lian dared to come alone.
